Zamira Zatanna

Drunk Embers~ Ben & Z

Ben stood up as she approached. “I don’t know whether to be offended or confused.” He shrugged and looked at the cooler in her hand. “Let me guess, it’s enchanted?” Ben smirked and gestured for her to sit with him .

"I don't know why you would be either." Zamira teased him as she grabbed a beer from the cooler. "And yes, it is enchanted." She scooted closer to him and quietly charmed the fire so that it wouldn't die out or get out of control. "And there should be s'mores supplies in there if we get hungry." With a smirk she knocked the beer back and let out a satisfied sigh.

Zamira pushed the last piece of paper away from her and quickly exited her personal cabin. She grabbed a sweater and all but ran down the stairs towards where Ben would be waiting for her. She'd never really hung out with campers before but she felt that now would be a good time to start. One hand carried a small cooler that she had charmed to never run out of beers and the other clutched her sweater closer to her body. After only a few minutes of brisk walking she reached the fire and sat next to the boy. "Hey kid."

Marco grinned, “While I have faith in your magic, I’m glad you’re choosing to come have it checked up.” He hadn’t been around magic all that much, and so he had yet to study the affects it would have. “But maybe, you’d also like a chance to stop by before that? Say, dinner?”

Zamira scoffed. "You should have faith in my magic. I'm one of the best witches in the world." She beamed in pride. "My family is renowned for our skill." She rubbed the back of her neck and let her pride die down. "I would love that." She smiled at him and hopped off the hospital cot. "Just say when and where."

Zamira had finished lessons with some of the younger magic users when she decided to visit the training arena. To her surprise, the younger electric user was practicing firing off bolts. The young woman entered the ring and erected a shield around herself as Ryan built up energy in one hand. She gave him a small nod to let him know he could continue.

Marco woke from his mid-afternoon nap, startled at the knock. He pushed up from his desk, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “I’m comin’” He stood, sleepily, moving across the room in one stride to open the door. He was surprised, that instead of finding a random camper, he was met with the sight of a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who was bleeding from her head. He was instantly fully awake and in doctor mode. “Here, sit on the bed.” He guided her to the patient table and begun to check the wound. “How did this happen?”

Zamira gave the man a grateful smile, her vision still swimming as she sat. “It’s kinda embarrassing.” She muttered and grimaced as she felt his fingers probing the wound. “But I leaned back on a table and slipped and hit my head.”

"You should be more careful, gotta protect such a pretty face." He teased as he reached for the anti-bacterial and cloth. He put a light amount on the cloth. "Now this may sting a little, Miss…" Marco realized he didn’t even know the girl’s name. "I’m Dr. Reeves by the way." He gently dabbed the solution around the cut first, working his way in.

Blushing probably wasn’t the smartest idea while bleeding from the head, but Zamira couldn’t help it. She just wasn’t used to people complimenting her so openly. Then the pink faded as the sting set in and she clenched her fists as the wind picked up around them responding to Zamira’s agitation. She grit her teeth and forced the wind to die down. “Pleasure to meet you doctor.” She offered a small smile. “I’m Zamira, the magic trainer here.”

The hair on the back of Marco’s neck stood up as he felt the wind tickle at it. “Well, Miss Zamira, I’m going to definitely need you to come back and see me after I’m done with this today.” He finished cleaning the cut and now inspected the cleaned wound. “Stitches aren’t necessary right now, its not to deep or long. But let’s keep an eye on it, just in case.” He gathered a large gauze pad and two butterfly bandaids. “We’ll just put this on for now.”

Zamira almost beamed at the valid reason to come see the gorgeous doctor. "I'll uh... I'll make sure to stop by later this week." She nibbled on her lower lip. "I mean I could always just use magic to heal it, but uh... I like your way better." She was a horrible flirt. Absolutely horrible. Zamira was pretty sure she was more mortified over her lack of skills rather than the fact that she had actually flirted with someone.

Marco woke from his mid-afternoon nap, startled at the knock. He pushed up from his desk, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “I’m comin’” He stood, sleepily, moving across the room in one stride to open the door. He was surprised, that instead of finding a random camper, he was met with the sight of a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who was bleeding from her head. He was instantly fully awake and in doctor mode. “Here, sit on the bed.” He guided her to the patient table and begun to check the wound. “How did this happen?”

Zamira gave the man a grateful smile, her vision still swimming as she sat. “It’s kinda embarrassing.” She muttered and grimaced as she felt his fingers probing the wound. “But I leaned back on a table and slipped and hit my head.”

"You should be more careful, gotta protect such a pretty face." He teased as he reached for the anti-bacterial and cloth. He put a light amount on the cloth. "Now this may sting a little, Miss…" Marco realized he didn’t even know the girl’s name. "I’m Dr. Reeves by the way." He gently dabbed the solution around the cut first, working his way in.

Blushing probably wasn't the smartest idea while bleeding from the head, but Zamira couldn't help it. She just wasn't used to people complimenting her so openly. Then the pink faded as the sting set in and she clenched her fists as the wind picked up around them responding to Zamira's agitation. She grit her teeth and forced the wind to die down. "Pleasure to meet you doctor." She offered a small smile. "I'm Zamira, the magic trainer here."

Marco woke from his mid-afternoon nap, startled at the knock. He pushed up from his desk, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “I’m comin’” He stood, sleepily, moving across the room in one stride to open the door. He was surprised, that instead of finding a random camper, he was met with the sight of a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who was bleeding from her head. He was instantly fully awake and in doctor mode. “Here, sit on the bed.” He guided her to the patient table and begun to check the wound. “How did this happen?”

Zamira gave the man a grateful smile, her vision still swimming as she sat. "It's kinda embarrassing." She muttered and grimaced as she felt his fingers probing the wound. "But I leaned back on a table and slipped and hit my head."